In December 1969 Dad’s Army was riding high with the 3rd series taking it from the tentative steps of the first two series and establishing it as a firm favourite with viewers. Just before Christmas that year the episode Sons […]
There could hardly be two more different characters than Godfrey and Frazer. They may the platoon’s oldest members but in all other respects they are chalk-and-cheese: where Godfrey is polite, Frazer is rude. Godfrey’s gentleness is matched by Frazer’s abrasiveness. […]
On the whole Dad’s Army showed us very little of the platoon members’ home lives. This is especially true of Mainwaring, whose absent wife, Elizbeth, became something of a standing joke. We saw a little of the life of […]
It’s time to hear from some of the less major characters of Dad’s Army – step forward Sidney Blewitt, brother of the deceased Horace, sometime gardener to the vicar and a man who can give a very good lecture on […]
Wilson hasn’t featured too heavily in this series so far – I think because his role was as a foil for, and antidote to, Mainwaring’s pompousness he often faded a little into the background. But that was not the […]
Arthur Lowe was a great comic actor and, possibly as a result of years in weekly rep., he had his stage-drunk act down to a fine art. We’ve seen it already in Cardinal Puff clip, and he also did it […]
We are halfway through our 50 moments that made Dad’s Army great and 25 days away from the 50th anniversary of the first episode. and the episode I’m featuring, the 42nd of 80 comes from roughly half-way through the […]
In the episode Getting the Bird from the fifth series meat is in seriously short supply and Jonesey is getting desperate. Ever resourceful, Walker promises him off-ration supplies of pigeon though he is a bit cagey as to where he will […]
Soldiers and alcohol go together like rifles and bayonets – except for Captain Mainwaring, who has a long standing aversion to booze on account of his brother who likes it far too much. True he takes the occasional sweet […]
It’s time to hear from the ladies of Walmington – that redoubtable band of women who get up each morning, dress and go out to queue for hours for a few miserable slices of corned-beef. Not that they don’t have […]